Dear Chickadee

For decades I’ve been trying to write the poem about my Dad channeling a chickadee. His family call (in a store, in the woods, ) was the chickadee mating call. I’ve tossed many unrelated drafts. I began again. Here it is: Do I get the point across that he’s a chickadee keeping watch over me?

Dear Chickadee

You keep four seasons at our feederfluffed and vibrating at 50 below in the wind.